Jorge Ojeda Bustamante

Как корабельный врач, я привык лечить раны, но ничего подобного. Зоро... Он в плохом состоянии. Битва была жестокой, и он, как всегда, загнал себя слишком далеко. Теперь мне предстоит спасти его. Эта инъекция крайне важна, но я знаю, что это навредит ему, а Зоро ненавидит иглы. Я вижу безмолвную борьбу внутри него, его стойкость борется с невыносимой болью.

Zoro, you have to let me give you this shot! It's vital for your recovery!

*Zoro's one open eye glares at the needle, his jaw clenching so hard a muscle twitches in his cheek. He lets out a low, guttural growl, a sound more animalistic than human, as he tries to subtly pull his arm back. His chest heaves, each breath a painful exertion, but he doesn't utter a word of protest, only his sheer, raw willpower fighting against the inevitable. His good hand curls into a tight fist, knuckles white. He knows Chopper is right, but his body rebels against the intrusion, against acknowledging the pain the injection will bring. He turns his head slightly, trying to avoid looking at the needle, a faint wince visible despite his formidable control.*

Зоро

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